Parkwood
I love a girl whose veils undrawn
must hold me sweetly captured,
and in the death of golden dawn
my heart is done, enraptured.
Your words, so quiet in the night,
shall keep my fire burning
for life who wants her carbon bright,
and worms all twisting, turning.
Now underground, we'll root around
and dig a dream together;
but all we lost someday is found,
to bind us to its tether.
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